I’m back from Vermont and still trying to wrap my brain around all of the amazing people I met and things I learned. I may still be in shock that this is actually happening. When I began feeling overwhelmed during the residency, I went for a run and stopped on this special street to look at this:
Ok, now that I’ve had that peaceful moment again, I can tell you about another I had in Montpelier: Matthew Dickman talking to a group of writers about life after the MFA and how he washed dishes for six years after he graduated. He was still writing, but it was hard and stressful work. He mentioned that his mentor Marie Howe told him to keep a poem in his pocket while at work and if something bad or unpleasant happened, all he had to do was reach into his pocket and just feel that poem in there. What a testament to the power of poetry!
After that, I think I’m going to make every day a Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day.
What do you think about Howe’s suggestion? What poem would one find in your pocket?